I have been trying to understand the Prime Minister’s arcane schoolboy language. Luckily, there is now a great deal of information available online to help explain his description of the Leader of the Opposition as ‘a great big girl’s blouse’, which is a new one on me: the best appears in an American online publication called The Cut, which describes it as fifty-year old slang for a sissy, first used in a late 1960s sitcom called Nearest & Dearest. Now, I read that he described David Cameron recently in the discussion as to whether or not to prorogue parliament as ‘a girly swot’. I do perfectly well understand this: that only a swot might expect parliament to sit during September after a long break during August, when they are paid salaries to do so. Then, there is the picture of him being comforted on a park bench, looking like an elderly, out-of-work actor who has fallen on hard times; and the picture of him giving a speech in front of the police in which he cannot read the lines that have been scripted for him. I have to pinch myself to remember that this is actually our new Prime Minister.